my clothes on the floor, sitting here in your bed trying to find a way to disappear. and i'm trying to run and i'm trying to leave but somehow you just keep me stuck here.
you were my world and i spent my days spinning circles around you. i just wish i could've prepared for the cold before i remembered that seasons change.
i always wanted to die in the summer when only three of my friends still knew my name hit by a car or lightning, something or other and not by this *****, self-induced shame
we need to practice shutting the hell up and calming the hell down. either way, it's still gonna be hell, no matter what we do. but you have to admit, it's the prettiest hell you've ever seen.
i am the king. and i am surrounded by my queens. my pawns are even important (and you know just who you are). but you, you're just all wrong. off the board and out your mind. check mate.
watch me straighten my crown and i'll watch you fall.